With a return to the Western world only days away, I started getting anxious that me and the travel-around-the-world slightly bohemian wardrobe I’ve packed weren’t ready for it. So with t-minus two days, I was on the hunt for a mini skirt. Even though they were definitely a staple in my SoCal closet, while packing, I’d somehow convinced myself I wouldn’t want one while traveling. In fact, I think I may have even heard Stacey and Clinton telling me I was too old for them and put them all out in the yard sale or donated them to Goodwill. But here, I’ve decided even Stacey and Clinton would give me a couple more years (at least until I was officially in my late 20s) before banishing them from my closet…and I should get one for Australia.
Before I went to the stores, I hit up an ATM outside a 7 Eleven where I noticed a scale and decided to see where my good ol’ weight was at. Eeeks. It confirmed I’m now at the same weight I was in middle school. To add to the confirmation, as the digital numbers came into focus, the machine started blaring Disney’s “It’s a Small World.” Hmmm…I guess if I were trying to lose weight, I’d be happy to hear that when my kilos came up…
But then as I tried on skirt after skirt, I kept having to move up in size. Yep. Even though I’m smaller than I usually am, in a still-developing country, I’m a size Large around the middle section.
Now that I think about it, the song wasn’t telling me I’m small but that the world I’m in is smaller than me. Der…
No worries. I wear an XL in Asia. Just think of it as you can crush those tiny Asians… Rawr!!!
Yeah…now that’s talkin’ Hulk Hogan style!
i’m afraid what size i would weigh over there.